Album: other songs

Bruises Are Back In Style

God bless America, land that I love

Stand beside her, and guide her, through the night with the light up above

From the mountain, to the prairie, through the ocean white with foam

God bless America, my home sweet home!

Write your name, and spell it well

All good children go straight to hell

See what you saw, see all you can see,

As you get fucked by your own liberty now

If love is a taxi, the devil would drive

If hatred is English, then I'm speaking Jive

If this is a fuck, then I run for a mile

When I say baby, bruises are back in style.

God bless America! God hates America!

Know your name when you're in a rage,

Piss and shit lines an empty cage

The people look, they all stop and stare

At the little girl with the long greasy hair now.

If love is a taxi, the devil would drive

If hatred is English, then I'm speaking Jive

If this is a fuck, then I run for a mile

When I say baby, bruises are back in style.

God bless America! God hates America!

Know your name, and spell it well

Sign in blood, you might as well

See what you saw, see all you can see

As you get fucked by your own liberty now

If love is a taxi, the devil would drive

If hatred is English, then I'm speaking Jive

If this is a fuck, then I run for a mile

When I say baby, bruises are back in style.